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hi, cliff.

May I borrow your sweat shirt?

You have it on.

Thank you.

Ever since you started these pottery classes

you've gone through every one

of my sweat shirts.

I like wearing them.

They're comfortable.

They remind me of you.

Look at me when you lie.

You just wear mine because you don't want to dirty up your own.

That's another good reason.

It's not fair.

You can wear my sweat shirts

my sweat pants, my hats, my jackets.

I can't wear anything of yours.

Darling, that's because all your curves are in the wrong places.

No, don't even kiss me.

Oh, come on.

You say things like that

and then you want to kiss somebody.

No.

I'm sorry.

First you say

you want to kiss somebody.

Then you say, "I'm sorry."

I don't want to kiss anyone who's sorry.

If I can't apologize or kiss you

what can I do?

You can give me back my sweat shirt.

It's not worth it.

Yeah, so you say.

Listen, where's the anchovy paste?

It's in the bottom of the refrigerator. Why?

I'm going to make pate.

For me?

No.

For dr. Morgan who's coming over

to talk about the hospital fund-raiser.

I hope it's another carnival.

I really enjoyed that.

Well, I didn't.

Cliff, you were a hit.

No, I was not a hit.

I had to sit in that dunking Booth.

I know.

I'm not sitting in it anymore.

Why? It was so much fun.

Fun? For me?

Sitting in that chair, watching people hit the thing

and I fall six feet into that cold, nasty, dirty water?

Watching my wife SAYING:

"Come here, knock my husband down."

And then

every boyfriend that Denise has ever dated

came with pocketfuls of money.

Hey.

What's that?

Pate.

Can I have some?

You won't like it.

Yes, I will.

It's made out of liver.

I don't like liver.

And it has ground up worms' eyes in it.

I don't like worms' eyes.

And then they have sauteed chickens' toes.

I don't like sauteed chicken toes.

So you want some?

Yes.

You can't have any.

They're for dr. Morgan.

He's coming to talk about the spring fund-raiser.

Dunk daddy!

No dunk daddy.

Have you seen a blue folder?

No.

This is terrible.

What's in it?

Probably the best history paper Ever written--

seven pages, typed perfectly

855 Words

three weeks of my life, and I lost it.

Okay, stop.

Did you take the papers out of the house?

No.

So it's in the house.

But where?

Just think calmly and thoroughly

and you'll find it.

I'll help.

No, thank you.

It's not a bad idea, because she is fantastic

at finding things that don't belong to her.

I don't want to search the house with Rudy.

Trust me.

Go upstairs, take her with you

get a piece of your typing paper

Let her sniff it, and turn her loose.

Go ahead.

Let's start in daddy's room.

No.

Hey, Dad.

Hey.

Hey, Dr. Huxtable.

Isn't it nighttime outside?

Yeah.

Is the glare of the moon bothering you?

We bought these for our homework assignment.

Ah, okay.

You guys want to look cool

while you're doing your homework.

We have to do a presentation for class.

We're doing a rap.

You mean like:

Hey, my name is cliff and I'm a doctor

and I will sit and do the thing.

Hey, po pap HEP-hep-hep.

Is that it?

Something like that.

Was I mean?

You were okay.

Wait, pate.

Don't you touch it.

This is for the guest.

All right.

No, you are not a guest.

Never have been.

( doorbell )

All right.

There's the doctor coming now.

( humming )

Dan.

Hey, cliff.

How you feel?

I'm feeling good.

And no dunking Booth.

I never mentioned a dunking Booth.

I can see it in your eyes.

I won't discuss anything

relating to baseballs or falling in the water.

I just came to discuss the fund-raiser.

Theo.

Hey, Dr. Morgan.

How you doing?

Have you met cockroach?

No, I would have

definitely remembered that.

How you doing?

Theo, is that a moustache on your top lip?

Yes, it is.

Does your daddy know?

Yes, he does.

My dad noticed mine a lot sooner

than Dr. Huxtable noticed Theo's.

You wish.

Dad, when did you first notice my moustache?

When dr. Morgan said you had one.

Sit down.

What grade are you guys in now?

Tenth.

Thought about where you're going to college?

We don't graduate for another two years yet.

You're going to Morehouse college in Atlanta, Georgia.

We are?

I went there.

You'll love it.

Wait, wait.

My son will Make up his own mind about college.

Dad says I have to go to Hillman.

May I?

Oh, please do.

That's pate.

They serve that every day at Hillman.

Morehouse, gives you peanut butter.

Aye yi yi.

Whoa, whoa!

Why don't you take that upstairs?

Thanks, Dad.

Don't spill it on the rug, please.

This will be eaten before we get to my room.

You guys take it easy.

Let's get down to the business of this fund-raiser.

Good. Here's what I was thinking...

uh-huh.

I think we should have a banquet.

That way people can put on...

they did that before.

It didn't make much money.

I know that an auction will.

We get the big corporations...

we did that six years ago.

It did worse than the banquet.

But the economy was down then.

It's up now.

Understand?

To be honest

the best we've ever done was last year's carnival.

Listen to these figures.

See, at Morehouse

they taught us how to make a profit.

Concessions: $500.

Ride: $900.

Dunking Booth: $28,000.

You can have a carnival and the dunking Booth.

Why must I sit in it?

The kids loved the way you acted like you were mad.

Acted? I was not acting.

Knocking me in that water...

stop laughing at me.

I'm laughing with you.

Yeah... hi!

How you doing, Dan?

Hi, Clair.

Hi, Denise.

Hi, Dr. Morgan. How's Cindy?

I haven't seen her recently.

She's fine.

Sit down.

How was class?

( laughter )

Tonight was the best.

These two are taking pottery class together.

Mom, why don't you go ahead and show Dad what you made?

I happen to be very proud of what I made.

Go ahead. Show dad.

I will show him what I made when I'm ready.

Show him what you made.

You show him yours first.

Dr. Morgan and I are getting old sitting here.

We'll show them together.

On the count of Three.

One, two, three.

I think they're both beautiful.

Thank you.

No.

That's not True at all.

One of them definitely is not.

I'm not naming any names.

Mom...

for your first try, it's really good.

I think so, too, Clair.

Let's set it in the kitchen counter.

Really?

Someone will put something in it

and then we'll know what it is.

You wanted to take this class so you can make fun of me.

Mom, I'm sorry.

You do everything so great.

It's just nice to see you mess up.

You're going to get it, little girl.

Dan, you want some tea?

Love it.

How about a cup for me?

Hah.

Wait a minute.

Don't get mad at me.

I'm just telling the truth about this.

You cannot tell the truth

and be my friend.

Mom

I'm sorry I laughed at you.

No, you're not.

I know.

Don't leave this one in here.

You'll frighten the guest.

You know what would be a good idea, man?

How about if we put Clair in the Booth?

You okay?

Look, cliff, I've really got to be going.

You just hold onto this.

You just got here.

I know, but it's just that...

hmm?

Cliff...

you've got a beautiful family.

Yeah?

Don't ever take it for granted.

Come here.

I feel so stupid.

But the Morehouse man is supposed to feel stupid.

Cliff, I didn't want to come here and talk about this.

You haven't said anything yet, Dan.

Seeing Clair and Denise together like that

it made me think of Cindy and her mom.

What's wrong?

Sarah's fine.

Okay, good.

The problem...

is Cindy.

What's wrong with Cindy?

Cocaine. Alcohol.

You're kidding me.

We just put her back into a rehab center.

It's the third one she's been in in a year and a half.

See, when Sarah and I first found out

that she had this problem

we sat her down and talked to her.

We told her that we loved her very much

and We would do anything to help her.

She said she wanted help

so we sent her to the counselor.

Yeah.

But she wasn't getting better

so we found the best rehabilitation center in the city.

And it worked.

When she got out

it was like Sarah and I had our little baby again.

For about three or four weeks, everything was fine.

Then she disappeared--

three days

she was gone.

Sarah and I were going crazy.

The police couldn't even find her.

And then in the middle of the night

I got a phone call.

"Daddy?

"Please, can I come home?

Come get me."

We put her back into the rehab center.

This time, when she got out

she said to me:

"Daddy, I'm going to make it this time.

Everything's going to be fine."

For a couple of months, everything was fine.

Then money started disappearing from Sarah's purse.

I started seeing changes in Cindy.

Physically, she wasn't right.

Did she think we were so stupid

that we couldn't see these things?

I want to know how did it get into my house?

What was she doing with it?

This is killing me.

It's killing her mother.

And it's ripping my family apart.

I just want to know what did you do?

How did you keep it from your kids?

I don't know.

I know that...

Clair and I do the same thing

that you and Sarah have done.

And it's just luck.

I don't know.

It sounds like

you and Sarah have done all you can.

It's up to Cindy now.

You want me to talk to her?

No.

She's talked to people she respects...

I beg your pardon?

I don't mean it that way.

I mean, people that she loves and that she knows

have sat down with her one-on-one.

It hasn't made any difference...

yet.

Maybe this time, Cindy will do it.

I hope so.

Yeah.

There's nothing more I can say.

Me, too.

That's about the first time

a Morehouse man has had nothing to say.

Or came to a Hillman man for advice.

Come on.

Hey, mom. Hey, Dad.

Hey, Mr. Huxtable.

Hello, Walter.

Finish your homework?

Yep, we're finished.

Already?

We're writing a rap for speech class.

Want to hear?

Sure.

It's kind of rough

but you'll get the idea.

♪ Life's a party ♪

♪ life's a game ♪

♪ listen to us ♪

♪ and you won't be the same ♪

♪ we're flying high in the sky ♪

♪ lunching on burgers, not small Fries... ♪

hold it, hold it.

We're not finished yet, Dad.

Can't you have some fun

talking about something productive?

I don't want to take away your fun--

studying can be fun--

challenging yourself can be fun.

You're right about that.

Dad, we'll have to write it all over again.

Really?

I don't think it will be the first time

you had to start over again.

Okay, come on, cockroach.

I told you

we should have done this at my house.

( blowing sounds )

Hey, mom.

Hmm?

I know what that thing is.

What?

A used teabag-Holder.

Listen, little miss know-it-all

whatever this is that you made

it's okay, it's craft.

I look at it and I know exactly what it is.

But this, my dear, is high art.

It challenges you.

You have to bring something of yourself to this.

It's saying something to me now.

What?

"Bring me a teabag."

I'll get you.

I'll get it.

Stop.

Come here!

Dad!

Hey, don't fight with my clothes on, please.

This child is making fun of my art.

You're provoking it, dear.

I've had enough of you two.

Then don't make anything else like that again.

I'm taking this someplace where it will be appreciated.

Oh, yeah?

Well, it's a long way to Venus.

I've had it with you this evening.

What are you laughing at?

I was just laughing, You know--

ho-ho, Hee-Hee.

I'm doomed.

Why does this always happen to me?

You didn't find your paper?

I looked everywhere.

You did?

Rudy was no help?

She found your Fountain pen.

Good.

A key chain...

chopsticks...

your gold earrings...

great.

And $3.00 in change.

That's mine.

I'll have to drop out of school.

Okay, Vanessa, why don't we retrace our steps?

All right?

Where was

the last time you remember having it?

In the kitchen.

I had it in this hand.

In this hand.

Then where did you go?

I called Janet.

Ah, that's sounds logical.

So you called Janet, right?

Talking on the phone--

"Hello, he said that she said what did she said...

"No, that's not right.

He said that she said..."

dad.

What did you do next?

I got hungry.

You got hungry.

You hung up...

no! I got some potato chips.

Potato chips back here.

"No, call me back.

You tell him who said, we said, we all said..."

and get the potato chips, right?

Potato chips and the paper.

I got thirsty.

Thirsty.

I got a glass.

Get your glass.

"And we said, oh, you're kidding.

I didn't say that..."

then I got a soda out of the refrigerator.

"He said, we said, you said

and Everybody said the said said."

It wasn't cold enough.

So I got some ice.

Some ice.

So we go into the freezer

and this is

what we have.

My paper.

I found it.

I found my paper.

Should I put it in the oven to thaw?

No!

It was in the freezer.

Thanks, mom. Thanks, dad.

How's it going?

We're finished.

I think we did pretty well.

We'll be the judges of that.

Okay.

Come on.

All right.

Okay, you ready?

Mm-hmm.